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rosics:

not the look rosie was going for, but she’d take it. it wasn’t every day stella gave out a compliment with only 73% of the usual SCORN.  “ like sailor moon or something ? i’ll have to send a picture to pearce, they’ll love it. did you ever watch that show ? you remind me a lot of the pink haired girl for— well, obvious reasons. ”

The glasses hid the glare Stella gave the girl ( all for the BEST ), the comment not particularly what she was going for. “ OKAY, weeb.” Of course, Stella had seen an episode or two when she was younger, but it wasn’t her shot of vodka  CUP OF TEA. “It’s tiring to insult you if you find a way to make it positive all the time,” she sighed lightly, but she’d be lying if she said the company wasn’t nice. “It’s because of my ever radiant personality, right ? ?” She HAD to be difficult. 

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fckbas:

“calling you that?” he raised an eyebrow, a singular ‘HA’ slipping his lips. he’d heard about her apparent personality crisis from adriana and honor, but their descriptions couldn’t prepare him for the real deal. “how dare i call you YOUR NAME? fuckin’ come off it, ya silly bitch.” he couldn’t stifle the laughter that was building up behind his stoic figure any longer, the harmonic sound bursting out of his every pore and tearing through the space between them. he didn’t laugh often, but this entire situation had most definitely tickled him. “fuckin’ ‘ell, do you ‘ear yerself when ya talk? yer a riot babe, i’ll give ya that.”

The laughter STUNG, complete and total mockery was spilled into her veins and it fucking felt like h e l l. It took months and months and months for her to rip his sleazy smile out of her veins, even her own goddamn name ( and it’s still there, a small bit ). She could deal with Walker and Honor, but him ? ? Seeing him there LAUGHING to her face because she’s some fucking j o k e of a girl with a face he could barely remember, even after nights and nights of    well, what was it if not nothing ? ? Estelle never knew besides heartbreak on her doorstep, and Stella is still trying to figure it out. “And you’re an asshole when you talk, next ? ?” She was a RIOT   and yet she felt so incredibly dysfunctional ( perhaps that’s the same ). “Since when are you the GIVING type ? ? I’ve only known you as the selfish bastard who takes and fucking takes.”

closed starter || sebastian

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[ripestelle]

“Well, this is the first time I’ve seen someone cosplay as the SOLAR ECLIPSE,” her voice was bordering on apathetic as her hands pushed down black sunglasses that previously nestled in her hair.

“ do you think this is too much ? ” the ‘ this ’ in question is a thick line of highlighter which, truthfully, could use with some more blending. “ like, it’s not— it’s not that noticeable, is it ? it’s just a little shine. i’m going on a blind date and, like, i thought this would… help. ”

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honorduh:

“Nothin’ wrong with a bit of sex. Besides, stripping isn’t just about sex. It’s about art, entertainment, and knowing your audience, too.” She shrugged slightly. “Me? Bitter?” A hard laugh escaped her lips. “I’m not the one who’s raging at her exes little sister - if you can even call him your ex. If anyone’s bitter, it’s you, Estelle.”

“Yes, because you can tell me that you’ve never disliked someone by association ? ? Stop acting like you’re such an elitist, it’s t i r i n g to watch.” The words were accompanied by a sigh, annoyed eyes dusting over the brunette’s. “You barely want to talk to your ex, right ? ? Try his siblings or his parents. Then you can try me with that comment again.”

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fckbas:

bas blinked at the woman in front of him as she cursed his soul to eternal damnation. of course, it wouldn’t be the first time someone had thrown the words ‘go to hell’ in his general direction, but he usually KNEW the person in some regard first. it wasn’t until further into her rant that the puzzle pieces came together — albeit more from the descriptions given to him by honor and adriana rather than an actual remembrance of who this pink haired princess was. with a smirk on his face that screamed ‘i don’t give a shit’, a single word slipped his lips in response. “estelle.”

THE VISUAL TEMPER that painted her face had fallen when he said her last live’s name, the look replaced with a bitch face to end all. “You’ve got a lot of nerve calling me that like nothing ever happened,” their was a certain V E N O M that dripped from her voice   don’t let her STRAIGHT sugar bubble gum pink hair fool you, she’s TOXIC and SOUR to the core. More rotten than Halloween and teeth because the kids never liked to brush them anyway. “It’s Stella now.” the words were harsh, cutting air as if it were possible.

closed starter || sebastian

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fckbas:

bas was, to put it politely, a complete and utter cunt. what she’d viewed as a relationship, what she’d been attached to, he saw as nothing more than a passing fling. a momentary lapse in his closed off exterior that was over as soon as it started. he had no feelings for her — at least not ones that equalled compassion, empathy, or love — and even now, as he made his way inside the building and across to the elevator, he completely BLANKED the ‘stranger’ by the mailbox. that was, until she spoke. “y’ what, love?” he turned to face her, a distant memory he couldn’t quite place tugging at the back of his head. “got summat to say, fuckin’ say it.”

“Alright,” she turned her entire body, hazel eyes bearing into his with a year’s worth of untamed flames in them. “Shall we start with GO TO HELL ? ? Or, maybe    god, you don’t even fucking remember, do you ? ? This is so ridiculous: You just do whatever the hell you want and let everyone else deal with the consequences.       Y’know, anyone who ever falls in love with you is terribly mistaken. INCLUDING ME. If I’m lucky I’ll never meet anyone like you ever again, and god, I fucking hope that I am.”

closed starter || sebastian

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closed starter || sebastian

@fckbas

She tried her best to steer clear of him    things fall apart in his hands    and, usually, her efforts work quite well. He lived in the penthouse, and she was on the second floor. BUT SOMETIMES, on the damnedest days, he walked right into her field of sight just to i g n i t e her once again. She closed the door to her mailbox ( rather aggressively ), and her head hung low for a moment before her other hand dropped to her side. “GOD, I need to fuckin’ move out of this infested fucking hotel,” the timing of his entrance and her words should have come across as SUSPICIOUS, and while she didn’t speak loudly, she was l o u d enough.

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wvlker:

Laughing dryly, Adriana fished around in her purse, taking out a small pocket knife. Showing the pink haired girl the blade, it was her turn to smile now, in all her wickedness. “You wanna see me getting more worked up, huh? Try me, Estelle – next time you’ll have a pretty cut on your face to match your new horrid personality.” She threatened, eyes cold, blade pointed towards her. “Ah, telling people to kill themselves metaphorically - how much of a cliche can you be now? All literary figures and shit.” Sighing, she played with the knife in her hands, blue hues focused on the girl. “The only thing that’s a waste here, is you.”

“HOLY FUCK,” she stepped back, disbelief and horror of the clear lunacy in front of her. “This isn’t the fucking Ides of March. God, you’re fucking i n s a n e,” she took a few more steps back as she spoke, her words louder and stressed. “You’re all a bunch of goddamn   lunatics, that’s what you all are, LUNATICS. I can’t fucking believed I bothered with any of you guys. You are all sick people who go about life the same way, CUTTING DOWN everyone who isn’t part of whatever elite group you think you have here       apparently LITERALLY AND metaphorically.” She spoke almost dramatically, but it felt justifiable. “If we’re talking about cliches, what does this make you ? ?” She shook her head, the rhetorical question light on her tongue and her eyes clouded with a million different emotions. “The fact that you had to pull a knife says a lot about you, sheep,” the words were quiet as she pushed open the door, quickly walking out where there are witnesses just in case  with weary eyes on the blonde.

closed || adriana

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ezrashapiro:

“I mean, I just… it’s just–” He paused to take a deep breath. “You’re here. I-I missed you Stell. And I–” And she clearly hadn’t missed him. That thought shut him right up. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t, I mean, I didn’t mean to. Wake you. I-I’ll stop bothering you.”

“You missed me ? ?“ she tilted her head, the words coming out with a stark laugh. This wasn’t what fall day, eating lunch on the roof, hershey’s kisses brown hair ESTELLE would ever sound like  especially not when talking to Ezra. “If only that was enough, right ? ?” She shook her head, her laugh like a short huff of air out of her nose that was barely perceptible. “Yeah, yeah, you’re forgiven or whatever.” Maybe there was the SMALLEST soft spot for Ezra.

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honorduh:

“Harlot?” Honor repeated, raising an eyebrow. “We don’t live in the 1800s, Estelle. Don’t you know it’s distasteful to call out other women for their sexual preferences? I thought you were a little more progressive than that, but I guess I was mistaken.” Honor knew she was being provocative by calling the girl by her full name, but one of her favourite pastimes was provoking people. “I live here, so, I’m sorry, love, but I’ll spread whatever the fuck I want.”

“Oh, I’m SURPRISED, outside of stripping you actually know something,“ she tilted her head, a sparkle glimmering in her eyes. “Still, of course, it comes back to sex, but, we can call it a FLUKE,” she hummed, batting her lashes just enough. “Alright, cool. Just maybe not near the coffee, it’s already bitter enough without you here.”

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wvlker:

“Look, whatever the fuck your name is these days,” the blonde was seething. She honestly didn’t care about the personal revenge of the girl and she thought it was extremely childish that she hated her by association to Bas - besides, Adriana wasn’t gonna pick a long time friend over some girl, even though she should because of the whole women help women. “I don’t care about sheep, either - I’m probably the least moralistic person of all our group, so if you’re expecting some kind of female solidarity, you’re NOT gonna get it from me.” Her tone was cold, eyes going dark blue. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re hurt, depressed, angry - I could care less about what Bas does because it’s his damn life. I mind my own business and expect you to do the same.” She knew that if Estelle kept testing her, things would end up pretty bad. “Get over yourself, will ya?” Her eyebrows rose up, her expression growing calmer now as she prepared her threat. “And leave me the fuck alone because next time I won’t waste my breath on you.”

“I don’t   it’s just nice to see you s c r a m b l e.” she smiled, and in this moment you can truly see the result of rambunctious nights over boiling her candied compassion until nothings left except for ugly, black CHARCOAL at the bottom of the pan. “With how worked up you’re getting, clearly it isn’t a waste. I’d even go as far as saying my comment earlier really did carry some weight.” She’d continue to compose a laid back stance, her shoulders relaxed and one foot crossed in front of the other. “Anyways, you waste it with every other aspect of your life, so why stop now ? ?”

closed || adriana

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Hazel eyes narrowed in on the brunette, prudence clearly to be a problem in whatever situation they’ve just found themselves in. “HARLOT,” the word flew out of her lips effortlessly in response. That damn name they call Stella for GAME turning that atmosphere around her absolutely foul. “Go spread your HELL somewhere else.”

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Enemies. Honor didn’t have many of those. Plenty of people she disliked, sure, but real enemies? She could count them on one hand. She figured it just wasn’t worth her energy to hold that much hate inside her, clawing beneath the surface of her soft skin. A flash of bubblegum pink hair was all she needed to identify the girl lingering in the lobby. Not an enemy, per se, but a girl she really couldn’t be bothered to confront in that moment. “Estelle.” She nodded curtly, glancing to the girl and then back to the phone in her hand.

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mguelcsta:

“urm… the fire exit is next door. who are you & why can’t you just use the main exit?” miguel asked. “i don’t even think anyone is in next door so good luck trying to get out the fire exit,” he laughed. he couldn’t tell if stella was drunk or not, so wanted to get her to talk.  

“STELLA, call me Stella,” she smiled, an uncommon look for her in any normal state. “Mmm, I forgot my keys, and I needa use the fire escape to get ta my window,” she answered casually, as if she does this ALL THE TIME. Maybe not so much   but definitely enough for this to become a simple routine for her. All she does is hit a random number in the elevator, and chooses some unlucky door to knock on. She’d go down the escape to get to her room where she always leaves the window unlocked ( she never knows when she’ll land a night like this ). “DAMN, maybe I can try picking it ? ?” She tapped her finger to her lip, evidently she talked more with her hands in this state.